Dali Poems - Poems about Dali

Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine Cause me to choke on putrid saliva. Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison. Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs. Freshly budding peonies liquefy; Veils thin, evaporating the...

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pantheon rome dome dissolves before our eyes transmutes into ...

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the emptying of a mind, into the ether all that was contained suddenly skywards always to be firmly rejected by gravity we have to live with the fallout well someone does truth ruins the illusion of necessity spittle ruins the illusion of beauty timelines can't run two ways just because we...

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Inventive Salvador Dali a futurist as we can see Two dancers * in a twirl gave his art a swirl "Two Dancers 1949 (dedicated to the subjects dancing)...

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we're not there, we're on the wire spin and twirl though never tire absent yet entwined and spun as now we are all but one trace my arm ...

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the origin of my life a frottage friction giving rise to the template the grattage image to be completed in the mind of the viewer women are often invisible at best compartmentalised by Man a notional ekphrasis but they make their presence known they’re a work of art crowding in on the subconscious labyrinth of walls...

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Viewing window made as skull hits stone Domes are forged in shattered bone Trapped inside this open space Shadows obscuring expressionless face Reflections of the hangman's noose As arms outstretch to catch the truth Scraps of wall show cracked repair Heads hanging with weight of despair Infinity clasps with an open hand Silence reverberates unspoken demand Within catchment we dwell in...

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Barren ground, (un)familiar shapes From restless dreams I try to wake A picture forms but cannot decide How to assemble my truth and lies Butterflies perch upon the lion's mane I escape from its jaws just to go insane Entering wagon wheels disguised as pens Only to draw from sand, more REMs Beyond my eyes glazed over and hazed Spill all direction-less ways I've...

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Collaboration with David Kavanagh Regret fuses form which echoes perception Handcuff to water as sought submerged reflection Anti duplicitous from own point of view Rejection offends but that says more about you Transformation on edge, background statuesque Self absorbed in pool, bilocation grotesque Feet disappear, as sacrificial bait The real catch lies behind, not quite checkmate The heterosexuals lurk muttering their vows Unable to...

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Standing in front of this enormous masterpiece, Seeing his life story as the layers release. I wasn’t warned to expect a wonder so rare. I guess I expected a melting clock here or there. Venus di Milo inspired his hallucinating toreador. Dali features her likeness fourteen times or more. Three of the statuesque figures are full life size. The painting is over...

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In this world so full of drama I ventured to see the Dalai Lama, so many problems filled me with dread. He said breathe deep and let it go, from your head down to your toe, and offered me a piece of manna bread.. The wise man shared the bond between Dr. King and Thich Nhat Hahn, although these spiritual teachers are...

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n the land of the dead clocks they slither and slink Not caring about the time, without battery or blink Like snakes moseying around, they barely move at all Some linger and languish, others lie against a back wall How did we get here? The clocks ask each other. No one has a guess, some are too ugly to smother. In...

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Mr Salvador Dali Known internationally Surreal with deep content Always kept moustache bent...

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Collaboration With Di11y Da11y I see you there beneath the sheen From high atop my neck I lean Reflect upon the waters glare Beneath the sheen, I see you there Keep me stable, inverted trees In stillness to just be at ease I exist without judgement or label Inverted trees keep me stable In pensive thought, shadows cast I turn my back to futures past Uncertainty...

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